Love poems
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O, It Was Out by Donnycarney
© James Joyce
O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree
My love and I did walk together;
And sweet were the words she said to me.
O Sweetheart, Hear You
© James Joyce
O Sweetheart, hear you
Your lover's tale;
A man shall have sorrow
When friends him fail.
O Cool Is the Valley Now
© James Joyce
O cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go
For many a choir is singing now
Where Love did sometime go.
Now, O Now in This Brown Land
© James Joyce
Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay
Which now is ended in this way.
My Love Is in a Light Attire
© James Joyce
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
My Dove, My Beautiful One
© James Joyce
My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.
Love Came to Us
© James Joyce
We were grave lovers. Love is past
That had his sweet hours many a one;
Welcome to us now at the last
The ways that we shall go upon.
Lightly Come or Lightly Go
© James Joyce
Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair.
In the Dark Pine-Wood
© James Joyce
In the dark pine-wood
I would we lay,
In deep cool shadow
At noon of day.
I Hear an Army Charging Upon the Land
© James Joyce
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.
He Who Hath Glory Lost
© James Joyce
He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,
Among his foes in scorn and wrath
Holding to ancient nobleness,
That high unconsortable one ---
His love is his companion.
Go Seek Her Out
© James Joyce
Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
Wind of spices whose song is ever
Epithalamium.
Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing
© James Joyce
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.
From Dewy Dreams
© James Joyce
From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,
For lo! the treees are full of sighs
Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.
Flood
© James Joyce
Goldbrown upon the sated flood
The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.
Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?
© James Joyce
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful -- - but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Bright Cap and Streamers
© James Joyce
Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
Come follow, come follow,
All you that love.
Bid Adieu to Maidenhood
© James Joyce
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo
Thee and woo thy girlish ways
The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair,
At That Hour
© James Joyce
At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?
